Pagan Godspell

This week, over the hills and beyond the black clouds that swelled and bled silver and wet over our fields and thickets, I watched the sun set in colors that I’m glad to say we still don’t have words for, with a rainbow to boot. That’s some sweet Mama goodness.

I am all a-quiver with the beginning of my favorite time of year. I anticipate the approach of the new year – the season of the Beloved Dead. Of heavier quilts, and pumpkins and candles. And it occurred to me as I pondered and dreamed…hey, I’ve blogged about this before…and well, I’ll be damned (maybe literally, but figuratively for the nonce)! It’s Pagan Godspell’s one year blogiversary, one day before Michaelmas. Holy guacamole! A whole year.

I’m not entirely sure how one celebrates that sort of thing. Glancing through the dubiously endless wealth of “information” on the internet, I see that traditionally one might give one’s blog the anniversary gift of paper products, but a more modern list instead recommends giving clocks of some sort, perhaps as some kind of backhanded hint to my blog regarding its egregious tardiness, or maybe instead as a kind of ironic gift symbolizing the fascist tyranny of linear time, I’m not sure which.

So here’s some other stuff instead:

1. In the bad news, corporations suck and have only the destruction of everything beautiful and good as their primary goal.

2. But take heart! There are radicals in our midst and they ain’t afraid to call it like it is!

3. AND, we have friends, who are on the side of the reindeer and know what the Poetry of the Mama’s HeartSoul looks like when they see it.

Yep. That pretty much sums it up for me. Happy Blogiversary, PG!